nursing top From all the drugs the one I like more is music From all the junks the one I need more is music From all the boys the one I take home is music From all the ladies the one I kiss is music (muah! ) Music is my boyfriend Music is my girlfriend Music is my dead end Music is my imaginary friend Music is my brother Music is my great-grand-daughter Music is my sister Music is my favorite mistress From all the shit the one I gotta buy is music From all the jobs the one I choose is music From all the drinks the one I get drunk of music From all the bitches the one I wannabe is music Music is my beach house Music is my hometown Music is my kingsize bed Music is where I meet my friends Music is my hot hot bath Music is my hot hot sex Music is my back rub My music is where I\'d like you to touch CSS- Music is my hot hot sex Sadly this is not my song of the week, but my theme of the week. Still a great song though...you should check it out. I have been in love with music for as long as i can remember. Saving up my 3 dollars a week allowance for a year so that I could by my own boom box. I used to take blank decks and just scan the radio for hours and record any song i liked off the radio on to my tapes. Trying to press record at the perfect moment. I knew every song on the radio and every cassette tape and record my parents possessed by heart. I remember how awesome it felt to buy my first tape and later my first CD. I remember falling asleep to the the Colour and the Shape every night on my discman, almost choking myself with the headphones in the middle of the night. After going to my first concert ( third eye blind and smash mouth when they both has their first hit) all my allowance went towards going to as many shows as possible in highs school. I loved the way the bass took over my heartbeat at shows and beat for me. I was a member of one of those CD clubs and took great pride in my huge CD collection for a teenager. I also never cried harder when my brothers friend left the door to my car unlocked and someone at my high school stole my huge CD book. Biggest shit fit ever. I took it out on my brother and didn\'t talk to him for a week. (Totally not justifiable. I know.) I remember watching Cameron Crowe films and realizing that he PICKED the music to go to his movies and that was actually a job. And decided that is what I wanted to do. The minute I got to college to go to film school and discovered there was no class on music supervising....at all....the film guidance counselor only advice was to sign me up for a hearing science class about wave lengths. RRIIIGGGHHHTTTT. I immediately volunteered at the college radio station and got super lucky and had my own show my freshman year and did it almost til I graduated. Every week I was overwhelmed with how much music was out there that I got to play and learn about. I wanted all of it. Plus the street cred of being a Radio 1190 DJ was pretty sweet. It was almost painful to try and keep up after I left college and didn\'t have access to 40 new albums every week. I craved to know more constantly. New songs to fill new moments with new people and places. When I used to open the coffee shop I worked at EVERY Saturday and Sunday morning of my college career, I could be hungover as hell ( which I usually was), but all I needed was a good 3 song set to get me going and perky again. It was my caffeine. It was my high to go into the back and build a playlist for us to work to and for customers to enjoy their weekend coffee and paper. I have a musical memory. I connect songs to moments and people and once its connected it never goes away. This is a blessing and a curse. If you are close to me, I know I have a whole mix cd worth of songs that I connect to you. Example: We had these skylights at my childhood home and I remember after the first time I heard Glycerine by Bush, I put it on repeat on my dad\'s stereo and lay on the couch and watched the rain fall on the sky lights for hours. I remember what song was playing on the radio when my dad told me my grandma died ( weirdly enough, tears in heaven by Eric Clapton). I remember what song I danced to at a party where everyone stopped and went into the living room and danced and sang at the top of their lungs ( my favorite song ever actually, Talking Heads Naive Melody) i could go on but this might just be amusing for me.... I think mixes are a work of art. Saying things for the person you make it for that they might not know they want to say or what they feel. Or how you feel about them, hoping that they put two and two together. It\'s one of the most thoughtful personal gifts I could ask for or think to give. Music has nursed me through every break up. I have albums and songs that became my therapy when I couldn\'t cope with the silence and my own thoughts in my head. Or coached me through my stages of despair, unrequited love, anger, and empowerment. Since moving to LA music is back in my life at full force. I am overwhelmed at the opportunity to see so many amazing bands on any given night that I need to remind myself that unlike Denver, bands ALWAYS play shows here....and that I can\'t go to all of them....my bank account will cry. And with music comes dancing. I will dance anytime, anywhere, to ALMOST anything. Nothing makes my heart feel lighter. Dancing at a party, at club, doing lindy hop or a hip hop class or slow dancing in a kitchen. I\'ve done it all. And that part of me will never go away. And now that I\'m in LA I\'ve had the opportunity to take the class that I\'ve always wanted to take: Music Supervising for TV and Film. This class only exists in three spots in the country and UCLA is one of them. I\'ve been taking it since September and it\'s everything I hoped for. Every week I leave feeling more certain than ever that Music Supervising is something that I WILL do. I feel more driven and passionate to make it happen. It feels so right. I can feel it in my gut and I have a killer good gut instinct. So this week, I want to tribute my 52 Weeks to my love for Music, the best boyfriend a girl can ever have. I understand that everyone loves music. Who doesn\'t? I\'m just explaining HOW I love music. :) SONG OF THE WEEK: EVERYWHERE- FLEETWOOD MAC DUDE, blast from the past, right? But holy crap what a good song. I think I love it so much for two reasons. It reminds me alot of my favorite song (ahem, once again, Naive Melody) and it also reminds of the the feelings that lots of bands try to capture in a love song these days. It was kind of like the first version of Edward Sharpe\'s Home. Anyway, I dare you to listen to it only once....you\'ll hit repeat. \"I want to be with you everywhere\" sigh. .youtube/watch?v=ThbMaq8hDEo\" .youtube/watch?v=ThbMaq8hDEo oh man such a bad video. wow.
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